Page 60 of Ruthless

I wondered what he would do if I said no, but I was too tired for games. I slipped my hand into his and let him pull me from the booth. We walked wordlessly to his bike.

"Baby."

I turned to him just as I was about to get on his bike. A gasp escaped me when he picked me up and sat me down on the leather seat. He nudged my knees apart and moved between them, running his fingers through my hair. The pressure against my scalp felt wonderful, and I didn't even try to stifle the sound of pleasure moving up my throat.

Rebel groaned. "You make a sound like that, and it goes straight to my dick."

I made it again. "What do you think it does to me when you touch me like this?" He pulled my head back and placed his lips against my throat. I knew, after our conversation, that I should have pushed him away, but I needed this.

I needed him.

"This isn't why I stopped you," he began, raining kisses along my flesh. "I wanted to tell you something."

"So who's stopping you?" I arched my throat, the feel of his teeth grazing my flesh causing me to shiver. My breath caught, and my nipples hardened into achy peaks. God, I wanted him to touch them.

I wanted more.

"I can't help myself." He transferred his hands to my hips, squeezing them tightly. "You're too damned hard to resist."

"Like those other women?" God, I sounded so pathetic. Rebel stiffened and slowly drew back to look into my eyes as I let my head fall forward. He wasn't angry, though. If anything, he appeared to be amused. "Forget that I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me."

That made him smile even more, revealing the whiteness of his teeth in the dark. "Angel, you're nothing like those other women. They're whores, and not the kind of women a man chooses to make a life with. They like having sex and they spread themselves around to keep the men happy. They don't expect love and marriage, and I don't have to worry about attachments."

"How sad and lonely," I murmured. His brow rose, as if he were questioning my comment. "And you're content with that? No emotions, just sex? Don't you want love?"

"I gave up on love a long fucking time ago," he said with a bitter inflection in his voice. "Tried it, it didn't work out. It taught me that this life isn't the kind that allows for long-term commitments that include white picket fences and babies."

I was curious. "Then why do you choose this kind of life, Rebel?"

He didn't hesitate. "It's all I know, baby. I got caught stealing a car when I was sixteen, spent some time in kiddy jail, met the son of a biker, and we became friends. Went right into prospecting for his dad's club when I got out, and three years later I was a patched member."

"Dark Menace?" I remembered him mentioning them before.

He shook his head. "No, they came later. And why are we talking about this?"

I shrugged, smiling. "I'm curious about you." It was more than that. I'd met enough bikers and men like Rebel to know that they didn't talk. They grunted, growled, and snarled, most of the time keeping their lives a secret because of what they were involved in. It was nice that Rebel was giving me something deeper than that.

He found my confession amusing, I could see it in his eyes. "Why are you curious about me, angel?" He began to run his hands up and down my arms, the roughness of his warm palms stimulating me in ways that left me tingling all over.

"You're in my life. I want to get to know you." There was no sense in lying to him. "I think you're a good man." I firmly believed that only a good man would have gone to the lengths Rebel had to help me and Della.

My words seemed to surprise him. He snorted. "I've never been a good man, baby." His hands smoothed over my shoulders and up the sides of my neck, the rough caress dragging a whimper from me. "I'm an outlaw. I've killed. I live on the wrong side of the law. But right now all I can think about is fucking you." His words took my breath away. "But first, I want to taste you, make you scream my name when you come on my tongue."

Fuck! I knew that he could do it, too. A voracious need surged through me for him to do exactly that, and the sooner the better. I was surprised that I wasn't melting at his feet from the intense heat that was racing through my blood. The heat between my legs grew, dampening my panties. I could feel the hard ridge of Rebel's cock right there at the crucial spot, throbbing against the bundle of nerves that would make me come. Suddenly I couldn't help myself. I shifted my hips so that I could grind against him, closing my eyes and groaning loudly.

He gripped my hips and held me against him, burying his face against the side of my neck. His nose nuzzled me, his lips glided over my skin, his teeth nibbled hard enough to cause more wetness to escape my body.

"Christ, angel, I'm going to fuck you right here in about two minutes."

I laughed softly, understanding his need. "Then we'd better go home." I could feel his heart thumping against me.

After a minute or two of continuing what we were doing, he finally pulled back with a growl. "Good idea."

The ride home was quiet and fast. Anticipation of what I expected to happen once Rebel got me home overwhelmed me. The rumble of the bike beneath me kept my pussy thrumming with arousal. I found myself forcing down my need to come. I wanted it to be on Rebel's tongue, or with his cock inside of me, not while I was on his bike, yet the constant vibration against my pussy was slowly winning. I released a sigh of relief when he finally pulled into my apartment complex and pulled into a spot.

He shut the engine off and sat there for a minute, taking in a deep breath. "Did you come?"

He knew! My eyes grew big, even though I knew that he couldn't see me. "I'm waiting for you," I said softly.

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